Man this disease just doesn't care about our schedules, does it?

Decided to sit outside and read after running some errands this morning. It is a beautiful day so I took advantage. I thought maybe I'd run a little higher while sitting, but I told myself "I don't care today. I'm going to do what I want redardless because that's what everyone says to me."

As predicted, I climb the entire time I'm sitting outside. Then the literal moment I stand up to get some things around the house done, it crashes.

Cue the tears of absolute frustration. It just doesn't give a 💩about what we want to do and/or when we want to do it.

I thought I was going to have a good day. I told myself I was going to have a good day.

Screw this fucking disease.

Anyways. Happy Saturday, I guess.